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Dreams

She gazed up at me through those silky black eyelashes, with those sparkling green eyes.

“Have you ever been in love?” She asked, her voice almost an inaudible whisper.

“No,” I answered, my brain going fuzzy.

“Well…have you ever dreamed of it?”

“Maybe. I can hardly remember what I ever dream of,” I said.

“You should try to remember. Dreams are how the world was created,” she remarked, sliding a cool finger under my eye. Her touch gave me shivers, and I wrapped my arms tighter around her slim waist.

“How?”

“Well, God had a dream…and then man had a dream…and then so on, and so forth. Without dreams, we’d still be cavemen.”

“Ah, but I bet you’d have been a cute cavewoman.”

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